The Distant Journey
The mainspring screamed. It was a high, thin sound, like a nail dragged across a chalkboard, and it cut through the silence of the shop with a violence that made my teeth ache. I held the tweezers steady, my hand trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the moment. The Great Meridian Clock hung above me, a monolith of brass and iron that dominated the room, its face...
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